Their parents jaws dropped, and Thomas' mouth clamped shut. He decided
that she needed her space in order to calm down. She was the spitting
image of him. He was erily silent. He decided that if she needed her
space, she would get it, and his wife would not intrude. Just then,
Michelle exclaimed, "She's not going anywhere! I love her! Why would
she do this to me? Daniel! What did you say to that impatient girl?"
She was going into hysterics, and crying, which is what Daniel
anticipated.
Daniel then stated, "Mother, dear, "
"It is your fault you goddamned bitch! If you wouldn't have made her
believe that the rape was her fault this never would have happened!
You are the reason that she cant stand living in this house! How dare
you not believe her and treat her with disdain! She wasn't ready for
sex, and you just want her to open up her legs, acting like the common
slut you are! If you don't talk to her and calm her down, I will not
come home, no matter how long it takes! I am sick and tired of your
bull shit and if you cant straighten your act up, I will file for a
divorce." Thomas then stood up, walked out of the house, silently shut
the door and drove off to calm down.
Daniel looked at his mother, and she looked shaken. She started to
cry, not sob, but just crying. Her tears fell silently as she looked
up at her only son. "Do you honestly believe that?" She was hoping to
hear no, but instead she heard, "Mother you are on your own in this
battle. I was the first person in this family that arrived to the
hospital, and I saw the pain she was in. Do you honestly think that
she would get herself into that situation? No. If she knew that it
would have happened she wouldn't have been at the grocery store that
day. And your treatment of her is horrendous. I am sorry but I need to
leave you to your own thoughts."
He then stood up, and followed his father's example. Michelle broke
down and sobbed herself to sleep. When she woke up she realized that
her husband wasn't in their matrimonial bed, so she looked in the
living room, he wasn't there either, she looked in his office and he
wasn't there. She then realized that he was holding to his promise,
and wasn't going to go home until she at least talked to Moira. So she
then called her daughter's best friend, Angela.
"Angela, is Moira there with you? She drove off last night, and I am
really worried about her." Michelle tried to remain calm, but her
steadiness was slipping. A tear slipped out of her eye.
"Michelle, Moira is a 22-year-old young lady who has a strong head on
her shoulders, so you should not worry at all. Besides, what exactly
did you tell her?" Angela was getting concerned that Michelle made a
greivous error in judgement with her daughter. And if her suspicions
were right, Moira would never talk to her mother again.
"What I told her is none of your business." Michelle was not going to
admit that she was in the wrong. Her damnable Irish pride always got
in the way of mending her family relationships.
"Fine. Michelle, Moira was here, but she isnt anymore. By the way,
someone will be at your home to collect Moira's clothing and personal
items shortly." Angela stated with a short, clipped tone and hung up
the telephone.
Moira woke up in Dana's livingroom well-rested after a long night of
serious discussion with her best friend in the whole world. Moira made
her usual run to the kitchen to make her coffee, which usually is
strong enough to burn the nose hairs of Dana's older brother's nose.
As she waited for the coffee pot to work, she got dressed. Which oddly
enough, she always had a spare change of clothes in her car. So after
she was dressed and had her first cup of coffee, which she added Irish
Creme flavored cream to, she decided to call her father. She knew that
she had to call her father sooner or later, so she decided it was best
to do it sooner rather than later. She needed a cigarette.
She put on her slippers and stepped out onto Dana's porch and lit her
first cigarette of the day, after which she dialed her father's cell
phone number. As she inhaled the smoke, her father's voice came into
the earpiece, stating, "I'm sorry that you missed me....." She was
getting ready to leave a message, her father picked up the phone and
answered.
"Moira! I'm soo glad to hear from you. Are you going to be alright?
Was it your mother who pushed you to do this? When are you coming
home?" Thomas rambled on, not even bothering to take a breath.
"Dad! Da calm down, please breath and let me talk. I am calling you to
let you know that I will be taking a very long vacation. I just can't
live with the constant reminder that I was raped and my own mother's
dissappointment because I wasnt ready to have sex. Please father, dont
divorce her because I need a break. I will not talk to her until she
calls me, but I will keep the rest of you updated with what is going
on. Trust me Dad, I need this. If I am ever going to be ready for a
family, I need to get away from where no one looks on me without love
except for family members. Please understand this." She finally
stopped talking and let her father take all of it in as she continued
to smoke her cigarette. She knew it was a lot, so she let him stay
silent for a few minutes while she finished her cigarette. As she put
her cigarette out, she realized that he was doing his deadly silent,
and she knew it was bad. "Dad, please don't take this out on mom. She
only had my best interests at heart, even though her's is sick and
twisted. Dad, no matter where I go, I will always be your daughter,
and I will always keep you updated. A call once a day. At the least
once a week. I love you." She hung up and finally exhaled the breath
that was building up in her chest. That was the hard part she thought
as she went back into the house.
"Well how was the call?" Dana asked. Moira jumped out of her skin with
surprise.
"Do you always have to do that? Can you at least wait til I have taken
off my slippers and have another cup of coffee?" Her heart was
pounding and she was surprised. After she sat at the table and her
coffee was in front of her, Dana asked her "How soon before you're
able to get that flight scheduled? Did you tell your father?" She had
an eerie feeling that Thomas didnt know that his precious angel was
going to Ireland as soon as possible.
"Actually I didn't have the guts to ummm ....tell him." Moira was
ashamed to admit it, but she couldn't tell her father until she was
there. "I am planning on telling him when I get to Ireland. No I am
not a..afraid to tell him, Im just afraid of h-h-how much he will take
out on m-m-mom." She stammered out as she lifted her coffee.
Dana just glared at her, trying to get her to call her father again.
Moira wasnt going for it this time. She silently drank her coffee as
she was running her plans for the day in her head.
